...but love builds up.
I think I face the ultimate theological struggle. No, it's not predestination. But pride.
As I learn more about the Scriptures, I find myself more and more arrogant. When someone says something that is biblically untrue, I'm ready for the swing. I'm ready to pounce. Oh my goodness, I'm a Bible Thumper. I wonder, do I desire to know God, or do I desire to be awesome? Is it that the Scriptures are so precious to me that I despise it's subversion? (Is subversion a word?) Or is it that I pride myself in how much I know, and by golly, I want you to know it, too.
It's not just that either. I tend to assume that because I know a thing or two that every interpretation I come to must be correct. I'm lucky to have such a wonderful husband who gives me a good kick in the butt when I start acting that way. Do I know God? Well, yes, to a degree. So then does that make me God's expert, God's Right Hand Woman? Hardly. Far from it. It makes me no more than a sinner saved by grace. A wretched pitiful sinner saved only by the mercy of Jesus Christ. I need to back down.